Joined: 09 Jul 2006Posts: 9702Location: I have to be somewhere? ::runs around frantically::

Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 4:17 am Post subject:

*slinks in, stalking mouse*

*does a double take* Major Tom??? *glomp* You've been missed!

Breves all around! Yes, all cream and not half and half thank you. *hands bk her credit card*_________________Before God created Las he pondered on all the aspects a woman might have, he considered which ones would look good super-inflated and which ones to leave alone.
After much deliberation he gave her a giant comfort zone. - Michael

I came in here to say that I prefer the sinfest tradition of deriding sinfest traditions like this one, but holy heck, if it isn't dapper dan over there on the first page!_________________Once, at a local NOW meeting where I was the only male among about a dozen women, a feminism trivia contest was held. I came in third.

Dro fidgets a bit, frustrated by the lack of appreciative glances. He opens his backpack, unfolds a small, circular fence and places Fuu, his lop-eared rabbit inside the pen. He carefully pours a mixture of free-range carrot slices and coffee beans into a small dish and sets the dish next to Fuu, who starts eating enthusiastically. "Need to start well ahead for my next cup of coffee", he announces to no one in particular.

While waiting for the passage of the coffee beans, Dro removes a small, earthen pot from his backpack. "Ahh, sauerkraut", he says. "Anyone want a bit? Fermented foods will restore your blocked metabolic pathways and return your digestive system to the complex glory of your ancestors! The cabbage nose on this batch I made is particularly strong and will do wonders to your..." he pauses and glances around, "your basic drives."

He packs away the small pot, and returns to his book, occasionally underlining a passage with a beautiful quill pen.

After some contemplation, and a slightly impatient glance at Fuu, Dro rummages in his backpack. "You are all, I'm sure, familiar with the mandala, the intricate sand designs made and then destroyed as a testament to the imperative to seek beauty despite the impermanence of all things. However, I reject that root misogyny, and instead will create a womandala."

He sets to work, slowly producing an image of a giant vagina from tulip and rose petals, bits of mother of pearl, duck, owl and robin feathers, squid tentacles, and topaz flecks.

Kitty glances around, admiring her handiwork. She smiles at the little crowd she's gathered, but frowns slightly upon noticing the quietly private art-making. Hm. How to get the point across? Well, lead by example, right?

BK hangs her apron on a hook as she steps out from behind the bar and makes her way up to the stage. She taps the mic to make sure the sound system works.

"Hey, guys - thanks for coming out. Lemme know if there's anything you need. Feel free to post any art, music or poetry you've been working on. I know you're all creative people. I just missed seeing it around here. So, uh... Shall I kick us off?"

After a weird, rhetorical pause, she clears her throat and spews forth the memoir of a broken heart.

"It's actually pain, this feeling in my chest.
This, my gift from you.
And as much anger as I wish I had for you
After all you've done for and to me
All I can seem to find is this pain.
For a moment there, I had the world -
And though I recognized the inevitable orbit
I took hold with disbelief, excitement and fear.
Bliss, short-lived, left me one-third of what I was
And I stand and walk, bewildered,
Trying to convince myself that a half, more nothing,
Is whole.
Every task, every object, aches with the thought
Of what I could be, what I was, what I have been.
In the grip of idleness, the questions throb:
'What next? What to do? What now?'"